Chapter Three: Coincidental Happenings

-Things always happen for a reason.

"Heads!"

Nearly everyone at the Gryffindor table early Sunday morning looked upward. That is, except Kaleb who was busy hexing Fred's toast without his consent. After realizing nothing was going to crash down on their heads, well not at that moment at least (You never really knew what to expect when George, Fred and Kaleb were concerned), most of the Gryffindors gave Kaleb a sketchy look and continued eating.

"So Mushier Cap-I-tan," Kaleb said thickly through a mouthful of eggs, trying her best to sound like a Frenchman while glancing up at Harry from the Daily Prophet's comic section, "What's your focus on tonight's practice?"

"Whatever it is, I hope it doesn't involve seeing a bludger, picking up my Beater Stick, or getting on a broom." George said with a pained look. "I can't feel my arms from last night's practice."

"Aww poor baby. Get some muscle's then," Kaleb retorted. She turned to look at Harry. "Well?"

Harry looked over at his Technical Strategist.

"Well, I noticed that the Hufflepuff keeper tends to stray from his posts' a bit so you should make the Chasers use a few easy dodging tactics, maybe add a few hard ones in there too," Ron said with a flourish.

Kaleb groaned. "I wanted to do some really fancy things like the Hawkshaw Attacking Formation or," her eyes danced with excitement and a wide smile spread across her face, "The Porkskoff Play or the Reverse Pass or-"

George made a superior face and looked down upon Kaleb. "Humph. Chasers."

Fred shook his head. "She's eaten 'Quidditch Through the Ages' again. Oy George, do you want this?" He held up his last piece of toast and rubbed his stomach. "I think I'm going to explode."

George shook his head and pushed away his own plate with a grimace.

Fred looked across from him. "Harry?"

Kaleb snapped out of her trance just in time to see Harry take a bite of the toast. Promptly after that little spurts of uncontained laughter spread like wildfire throughout the hall, growing louder with every passing second. Kaleb smacked her forehead.

"Um… Harry?"

Hermione was staring at him with a kind smile, trying not to laugh as well.

"Yes?" He gave her a curious look.

"Umm well… err… you see... ah," she gave up and handed him a mirror.

Harry looked at Fred and George's rare truthfully innocent faces. He then looked at the blonde girl sitting between them, who was currently much more interested in the enchanted ceiling. Fred prodded her in the ribs and she looked at the pink-faced Harry (Literally, it was bright pink). She innocently gave him a 'Who? Me? Never!' face.

George elbowed her this time and she smiled widely.

"Well, I did say 'Heads' didn't I?"

"I said I was sorry!"

"That's not the point here."

Harry and Kaleb were walking side by side toward the Hospital Wing after unsuccessfully finding a counter-curse for her 24-hour Color Potion. ("Piss off your friends and family with my new Potion. Only 10 sickles a bottle!")

"Then please, enlighten me, what is the point?"

"The point is my face is pink!"

"Would it help if I told you it lighted up your eyes? Maybe you should wear pink more often."

He blanched.

"Well you shouldn't have taken Fred's toast!"

"Oh yes. Honestly, what was I thinking?"

She frowned and she stepped in front of Harry, causing him to walk into her.

"See now, I'm going to let that go," she said, kneeling on the ground and bowing before him cooing "Oh great Harry Potter! Please forgive me. I am but a mere piece of dust in your presence-"

He stepped around her and continued walking.

"I am worthless compared to your Holiness sir! Please," She lunged forward and latched onto his legs, reminding Harry strongly of a certain house elf, "Forgive me oh grand Boy-Who-Lived." She pretended to break down and sobbed into his ankles.

"You won't give up will you?"

She looked up with a grin. "Of course not."

"Here," He held a hand out to her, which she took and let Harry hoist her to her feet. "Don't worry about it. I wasn't really mad anyway."

Kaleb's eyes went wide. "You mean I did that for nothing?" She looked down at her robes and brushed some dust off.

"Pretty much. No wait, you made me laugh. That's got to count for something considering it's coming from the 'Great Harry Potter' right?"

She smiled and started to walk again. "Whatever you say Mr. Captain sir."

He took a few quick steps to fall into stride with her again and was silent for a few minutes. "So," he started, "Why were you trying to hex Fred in the first place?" Having Kaleb right by your side and having it be quiet was just plain scary.

She shrugged. They turned the last corner and the Hospital Wing door was clearly in sight. "I just wanted to shake things up. It was too normal for my liking."

Harry made a mental note to never be around a bored Kaleb.

"Well, sorry again Harry," she smiled and reached to open the door. To her surprise she grasped something soft and fleshy.

"Arg!" She tore her hand away in a flash and for once noticed the feet in the doorway. Her eyes traveled upward and she gulped as she looked into the face of Draco Malfoy.

"Busy hands would be an understatement in this case hmm?" His gray eyes looked down at her in a disdainful way.

"Sod off Malfoy," Harry snapped.

"What Potter? Jealous?" His eyes widened amused and he laughed loudly. "Nice face."

"I'd say the same about you but it doesn't do anything for me, sorry."

Kaleb instead was holding her hand in defense wondering where it was she had grabbed Malfoy.

"What are you doing here anyway?"

Draco looked at Harry dully. The two boys were almost the same in height and build. Kaleb pocketed her hand so it wouldn't get into any more trouble.

"And since when do you care?"

Harry smiled sarcastically, "I don't. Unlike the rest of the world I don't drool in your presence." Harry gave Kaleb an apparent nudge. She was staring at Draco so much that her eyes were bugging out and her mouth almost touched the floor.

She smiled sheepishly and stuck out her hand to Draco, "Name's Kaleb. Your charmed I'm sure."

He looked at her hand and ignored it. "Call me Malfoy," he retorted coldly and looked back at Harry. "I couldn't sleep so I figured I'd let Madam Pomfrey drug me and knock me out for the night."

"It's a shame it was only for a night."

Draco rolled his eyes and took a step forward just as Kaleb and Harry did the same.

"OW!" they cried in unison as Harry and Draco banged heads and Kaleb walked right into Dracos' chest.

But the impact hadn't caused the "Ows". In a small shock of pain, each of their scars twinged when the three of them had come into contact and left when the all jumped back. Draco, Harry and Kaleb were left to ogle at each other.

[I wonder if they]

[Where did that come from?]

[What the HELL!?]

Kaleb was the one to speak first. Rubbing her arm she looked away from the two, "I guess I'll be going. Good luck Harry." And with a final small smile she jogged off.

Harry and Draco stared at each other for a few moments. Neither of them had reacted to the pain.

"Later Potter," Draco said coolly and brushed past him, walking off.

Harry turned and watched him until he disappeared behind a corner.

[I wonder if he, if they- no never mind.]

He stepped into the Hospital Wing, softly shutting the door behind him.

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